Hello everyone! Morgiana here! This will be my first story here on and most certainly not my last fic either. Enjoy!
It was another depressing day for Amelia Jones. She had just gotten fired from
her job at the pub. Deciding to let go of her worries for tonight, she drowned
herself with another shot of tequila. After her fifth shot, she looked to her
left to see a man who couldn't possibly older than 22 order some tequila shots.
She noticed his big bushy eyebrow, his ruffled blonde hair, and those beautiful
olive eyes. She then felt a tap on her back and looked to see who it was.
"Hey gorgeous. Want to come over to my place? I'll show you a good time." A man
with blonde, silky hair and a complementing smile on his face invite her.
"Ngh… not now Francis..."
"Leave her alone you bloody git!" The handsome blonde seated next to Amelia
stood up, enraged. Did hot blonde here know Francis?
"Oh? Getting feisty now are we Arthur?" the frenchman replied.
'Arthur? What a nice name for a handsome man. And that lovely British accent
too. Guess they do know each other.' Amelia thought.
"No matter though, you can have her for now Arthur. I'll be back soon my
darling." He quickly tugged her hand forward and laid a kiss upon her hand and
quickly turned for the exit and left.
Slowly drawing her hand back, she looked to her left to see Arthur standing,
furious. He noticed her gaze and quickly turned to her concerned. "Are you okay? Did he
try to do anything or-"
"It's okay, I'm fine." Her drunken mind wanting to thank him, she cupped his
face and gave him a quick peck. "Thanks."
I think I did okay for first drabble fic. This little drabble of my actually could've had a longer, alternate ending. If you guys are up for it, I can most certainly do the alternative ending. Hope you liked it! REVIEWS ARE LOVE!